Book review: Lord of the Flies

Book review: Lord of the Flies

Hedonism, barbarism, reality…

 

 

Book review:

Lord of the Flies

 

by William Golding (1911-1993)

Published 1954

 

It’s just possible that you’ve never heard of this book (or the 1963 movie). Try the book first. Its sustained drama shames the movie. Half of the movie is about boys in tattered clothing running through the forest—that’s not what Lord of the Flies is all about.

I dare to give this briefest possible summary: a transoceanic flight loaded with young British schoolboys crashes near an uninhabited island. The surviving boys (no adults) struggle to create and maintain a primitive civitas.

They fail. Their attempt at the simplest kind of self-government is wrecked by a cohort of boys who are persuaded by the charismatic, sociopathic Jack to indulge their inclinations to hedonism and barbarism. Ralph’s idealistic efforts to establish order are fruitless. Jack’s “hunters” end up killing two of their fellows before the grown-ups arrive to rescue them.

Golding’s Lord of the Flies pushes any defender of the common good to despair of “civilized” behavior that benefits all.

 

p.s. there are painfully disturbing similarities between Lord of the Flies and Shantung Compound: The Story of Men and Women Under Pressure (give this one a try, too).

NB. “Beelzebub” or “Baal-zebub” is translated “lord of the flies.”

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Book review: Hag-Seed

by Margaret Atwood…it ain’t Shakespeare

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Book review: Six Plays by Henrik Ibsen

Book review: Six Plays by Henrik Ibsen

“Millions of women…”

 

 

Six Plays by Henrik Ibsen

 

by Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906)

Norwegian playwright, theater director, and poet

The Modern Library, New York  1957

Translated and with introduction by Eva Le Gallienne

 

In this volume, for your delectation:

A Doll’s House

Ghosts

An Enemy of the People

Rosmersholm

Hedda Gabler

The Master Builder

 

Ibsen is OK for beach reading whenever the sun disappears and you have to scooch down in your chair with a blanket and a hoodie to keep warm.

Of course it’s possible to argue with the notion that this is a collection of Ibsen’s best—for my taste, just about any half dozen of Ibsen’s plays is worth putting in the beach bag.

My favorite in Six Plays is “A Doll’s House.” It’s Ibsen’s stark, unforgiving play about men and women, with a dreadful undercurrent of desperation. Torvald Helmer offers only bland, devastating condescension to Nora, whose despair grows ever more public as she realizes that she has drowned herself in the domestic dead end of being Torvald’s “doll-wife.”

If you ache to bash Torvald and comfort Nora as you experience the pervasive and thinly veiled brutality in the Helmer household, then you, like me, must realize how much you wish it could be unimaginable in any way…but in vain…

Nora tells her husband that she had hoped he would take the blame for her transgression, and the disdainful Torvald rebukes her: “…one doesn’t sacrifice one’s honor for love’s sake.”

Nora replies with quiet thunder: “Millions of women have done so.”

Enfin, we understand how Nora could be too hurt to cry, and too happy to remain in a doll’s house…

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Book review: Ethan Frome

not being satisfied with less…

by Edith Wharton

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Movie review: A Doll’s House

Movie review: A Doll’s House

“Millions of women…”

 

 

Movie review:

A Doll’s House (1973)

 

Starring Anthony Hopkins, Claire Bloom

Director: Patrick Garland

Based on Henrik Ibsen’s play, A Doll’s House (1879)

Claire Bloom won Best Actress award at 1973 Taormina International Film Festival

 

If you’re a fan of Ibsen’s stark, unforgiving play, you’ll love this film.

Both play and film have the same undercurrent of desperation. Hopkins as Torvald Helmer faultlessly offers bland, devastating condescension to Claire Bloom as Nora, whose despair grows ever more public as she realizes that she has drowned herself in the domestic dead end of being Torvald’s “doll-wife.”

If you ache, like me, to bash Torvald and comfort Nora as you watch the pervasive and thinly veiled brutality in the Helmer household, then you, like me, must realize how much you wish it could be unimaginable in any way…but in vain…

A Dolls House title page Ibsen Wikimedia

    Title page, A Doll’s House, Ibsen’s handwritten manuscript

 

Nora tells her husband that she had hoped he would take the blame for her transgression, and the disdainful Torvald rebukes her: “…one doesn’t sacrifice one’s honor for love’s sake.”

Nora replies with quiet thunder: “Millions of women have done so.”

Enfin, we understand how Nora could be too hurt to cry, and too happy to remain in a doll’s house…

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St. Ives, another look…

Less than meets the eye

by Robert Louis Stevenson

(a book review)

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Movie review: “Ethan Frome”

The wanting never ends…

 

 

Movie review:

“Ethan Frome” (1993)

 

Liam Neeson, Patricia Arquette, Joan Allen

Director: John Madden

1 hr 39 mins

Based on the novel, Ethan Frome (1911), by Edith Wharton.

 

The breaking of a heart can take so long…

I watched the movie, then I read the book, then I watched the movie again (and again), it’s easier than reading the book again, but I’m going to do that too.

I think the book and the movie are interchangeable. Knowing the ending doesn’t reduce the dreadful intensity of this story that gets ever more sad from beginning to end.

Ethan Frome poster from IMDB

The deeply human love story breaks through the arid shell of real life—oh, so briefly…Ethan (Neeson) wants more, Mattie (Arquette) wants more, the viewer wants more…

Every other character in the story seems to, well, not necessarily “want” less, but to be all too righteously satisfied with less.

Except for a brief whirl of a crowded dance scene, there are no smiles on the faces of any of the other characters who live dried up lives, and disdain the spark of love and life in Ethan and Mattie.

Doubtless, the town folk see a pitiless moral lesson in the damaged life of Ethan Frome and the love he must keep stuffed inside him.

I see a man and a woman who share forbidden love, but don’t know what to do about it, and grotesquely fail to snuff it out.

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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Poets talk about poetry

Poets talk about poetry

…no fractured, disjoint,

       inchoate grab-bags

               of words…

 

 

“A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong,

                                 a homesickness, a lovesickness…” 

 

Robert Lee Frost  (1874-1963)

in his 1916 letter to Louis Untermeyer (1885-1977)

 

Frost and Untermeyer exchanged letters (imagine!) for almost 50 years. I’m pretty sure every single one of them involved more than 140 characters and spaces…think about it, when you’re actually scribbling, you don’t have to “write” a space…

There are, I guess, about a million or so ways, more or less, to define “poetry.” In 1827 Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) offered his “homely definition” of poetry: “the right words in the right order.” Sometimes I think poetry is the manifestation of lust for the right words.

I have this lust in my heart.

I am a poet, a writer, a teacher, a moralist, a historian, and an unflinching student of human nature. Some things I’d rather not know, but I’m stuck with knowing them. I think a lot. I strive to express truth and give context—both rational and emotional—to reality.

I think words can be pictures, and lovely songs, and bodacious scents, and private flavors, and early morning caresses that wake each part of me, one at a time. I know some of those words, and, from time to time, I write some of them.

Here’s a final thought for consideration: Coleridge also advised (1832) that “…if every verse is not poetry, it [should be], at least, good sense.” That makes good sense to me. I have no tolerance for some poets’ work that is merely a fractured, disjoint, inchoate grab-bag of words. A largely random collection of words is not likely to be a poem. I like to read (and write) a beginning, and an end, and some really meaty sweetie stuff in the middle.

Coleridge’s 1827 definition of poetry is from Specimens of the Table Talk of the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written by Henry Nelson Coleridge and published in 1835.

Louis Untermeyer was an American poet, anthologist, critic, and editor. He was appointed the 14th Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1961.

 

For example, read The Poetry of Robert Frost, available on Amazon

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

      about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

Book review:

The Bridges of Madison County

 

by Robert James Waller (1939-2017)

New York: Warner Books Inc., 1992

171 pages

 

The Bridges of Madison County was notably popular when it was a new book. However, I’m aware that not everyone is a fan.

If you’re looking for highly stoked eroticism and high-rolling lives that throw off sparks when they touch, look elsewhere.

Frankly, for lots of tastes, here’s good advice: look elsewhere no matter what you’re looking for.

For me, Bridges documents the chance intersection of the putatively unremarkable lives of Francesca and Robert with all the heat and dazzle of slow-moving lava, without its destructive power. They come together, they permit each other to nourish their beautiful personae, and they generate a passion that consumes without burning.

Francesca and Robert come together too late in their lives, after unbreakable commitments have been made to other cherished persons who, regrettably, are not like themselves.

I am drawn to the unsounded depths of their love and their absolute, cascading, undeniable recognition of each other as the unforgettable objects of their burgeoning desire.

They understand that they must be content with the short lifetime of their dalliance. They honor their love by deeply understanding its nature, and by accepting the permanent separation that their unyielding integrity requires.

Robert whispers to Francesca: “…this kind of certainty comes only once…”

The Bridges of Madison County is a love song, a courtship, a delicate primer on yearning, a too brief opportunity to know how it feels to be in love like that.

Do yourself a favor, and give it a try.

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  A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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